<h4>Chapter 481: Off to Preschool</h4>


    At this moment, in Country W.


    A man spread out arge stack of photographs, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he looked at the images of E and her adorable twin children.


    Papers filled with information were alsoid out on the table. His thick sses were nearly slipping off his nose, and he habitually pushed them back up, chuckling softly. "Such incredible genes. Truly enviable! I’ve studied countless celebrities and public figures, but this pair—this pair is the most fascinating yet."


    Nearby, a young assistant asked with augh, "Doctor, what’s so special about them?"


    "Haven’t you done your research? Miss E lost her mother at a young age, yet she managed to ovee the schemes of a malicious stepmother and cunning half-sister in spectacr fashion. As for Mr. Eric, he’s done the same. Sure, he’s relied on the help of many people, but... the ability to leverage resources and connections is a sess in itself."


    "But that doesn’t necessarily mean they have high IQs, does it?"


    "Humans are constantly evolving. I’m curious to see how these twins will turn out."


    The manughed softly, his eyes gleaming with fervent curiosity. Just then, a beautiful woman approached. "Doctor, Mr. Scott is here to see you!"


    The man stood up, his smile bright. "Perfect. Let him wait for me in the sitting room for ten minutes. I’ll finish reviewing these photos and then meet with him."


    The woman nodded, ncing at the photographs on the table. "Her again? Doctor, you’ve really been obsessingtely!"


    But the man didn’t respond,pletely absorbed in examining the stack of documents, his expression grave and focused.


    A trace of exasperation shed in the woman’s eyes before she quietly slipped out of the study.


    Meanwhile, Mason was seated in the luxurious sitting room of the vi, leisurely scrolling through his phone and reading the news.


    When the maid ryed the doctor’s message, Mason showed no irritation and continued to wait calmly, seated withposed ease.


    His fingers glided over the phone screen,nding on a news site from Country S.


    In the entertainment section, there was yet another photo of Eric and his family of four out in public. Though the image wasn’t very clear, the twins were unmistakably the center of attention, surrounded by a crowd of admirers.


    Mason’s lips tightened coldly. This family of four seemed to make headlines in the entertainment sections regrly, thanks to Eric’s rising fame and the undeniable charm of the adorable twins. It wasn’t hard to see why everyone adored them.


    Closing the news app, Mason navigated to his photo gallery.


    Inside, there were countless close-ups of the twins. The two little ones were exceptionally handsome, even at just over a year old. Their features, their expressions—everything about them was captivating.


    It was enough to make anyone feel an irresistible urge to have children of their own!


    Mason’s lips curled into a faintly mocking smile.


    "Eric, we’re bound to sh again in the future. Let’s see if you can hold your ground next time."


    ...


    LXL Entertainment had been thriving in recent years, producing an array of talented neers. Several fresh faces had starred in blockbuster films that catapulted them to fame.


    E asionally browsed online novels, picking out ones she liked and arranging for her team to contact the authors to negotiate for adaptation rights.


    These weren’t just the bestsellers or viral hits. Sometimes, they were obscure but unique works.


    Such stories often carried a certain level of depth andplexity, making them challenging to adapt. However, if executed well, they were bound to gain significant acim.


    This strategy gave LXL an edge in breaking into international markets, where lighthearted, formic romance dramas rarely won awards or garnered recognition.


    The days slipped by like flowing water, never to return. Much like shooting stars streaking silently across the night sky, E’s focus remained steadfast on her two sons.


    By the time the twins reached a year and a half, they were weaned off milk—a grueling process, but one she eventually overcame.


    In the blink of an eye, another two years had passed, and little Elias and little Dorian were ready for preschool.


    E chose the prestigious Little Prince Preschool, funded by the Nelson Group. Though privately managed, Eric had ensured that the school employed elite teachers, each with over a decade of experience. The spacious campus was conveniently close to their home, just a six or seven-minute walk away.


    Built in the outskirts to take advantage of the fresh air, Little Prince Preschool offered a luxurious environment. With private transportation provided, it became a top choice for affluent families. Admission spots were limited, and every child was from a well-off or influential family.


    The school was not designed for profit but for nurturing the next generation. While the tuition was expensive, it was worth the investment. Each year, only fifty spots were avable, all pre-reserved.


    On their first day at preschool, Dorian and Elias were thrilled to see so many new ymates. They quickly immersed themselves in y, forgetting all about E and Eric.


    "Dorian, Elias, Mommy and Daddy are heading to work now. We’ll pick you up at five this afternoon. Be good on your first day of school, okay?" E approached them, unwilling to leave without saying goodbye.


    Unlike many parents who feared their children would cry for them, E believed strongly in keeping promises.


    "Mommy, why do you have to work? Can’t you stay and y with us instead?" Elias asked, hisrge, curious eyes shimmering like polished obsidian. At three years old, his features had grown more defined, making him even more handsome and endearing. His slightly chubby cheeks and delicate, upturned lips only added to his charm.


    Dorian looked just like Elias. Without the small mole on Elias’s brow, even close rtives struggled to tell them apart. However, their voices had started to differ, and E and Eric could now easily distinguish which son was speaking.


    "Daddy’s been working so hard. Mommy’s helping him out so he doesn’t get too tired toe home," Eric exined, pulling Dorian into his arms and smiling at Elias.


    Elias blinked thoughtfully, but Dorian chimed in, "Brother, let Mommy and Daddy go to work. Tonight, Daddy will definitely bring us lots of treats!"


    E resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Dorian had already be a foodie, while Elias was more of an adventurer.


    Elias constantly mored to go out and explore, while Dorian’s joy revolved around food. As a result, Dorian had put on a few extra poundspared to his brother.


    Watching her younger son eat always left E anxious. She worried about overindulgence but also dreaded the tantrums he’d throw if denied his favorite foods.


    "Alright, I’ll stay here with my brother. Mommy and Daddy, go to work now!" Elias shed a mischievous grin. Both E and Eric shivered involuntarily, imagining the headache Elias would surely give his teachers.


    Meanwhile, Dorian clenched his tiny fists, his chubby face lighting up with a bright smile. "Daddy, don’t forget to bring me something to eat, okay?"


    Eric and E promised as they reluctantly left the preschool. It was the first time they had ever been separated from their sons.


    Just as they departed, a woman in a flowing yellow-and-white dress approached. She wore a warm smile, but there was a strange glint in her eyes.